Valentino X Alastor Novels & Stories

From his possession to his lust-driven touch. He is an Alpha male. He's a breathing, walking, and talking predator, all decked out in an expensive Armani suit, with sin written all over his face. I am not a sinner, but I quickly find myself wanting to become one, and it scares the shit out of me. Don Alessandro Valentino is the dark, the danger, the connection to a life I want no part of. He is everything I shouldn’t want and the lure I simply can’t resist…

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

His gaze flicked toward the balcony overlooking the floor. And there he was. Dante Romano stood above it all, a predator at ease in his cage of glass and gold. One hand rested lightly on the railing, his dark suit catching the low amber lights. He wasn’t pretending to watch her this time. His eyes tracked her openly, unblinking. Valentina felt the breath catch in her chest before she forced it out again, smooth as smoke. She lifted her chin, turned her body slightly so the hem of her dress swung with lazy elegance, and let her gaze meet his.

His hair was brushed back, his jaw clean, his dark eyes finding me instantly. And God, he looked like a fallen angel. Even Elena Dubois, the event planner of billionaires and royalty flown in from Paris, paused immediately when she saw him, pressing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Oh my God,” she whispered to Giulia, “no one told me the Devil of Milan was this handsome.” Valentino’s lips curved into a soft smirk as he walked toward me. “Can I see my wife for a moment?” he asked, glancing at Elena. Elena clapped her hands, her French accent thick as she teased, “Ah, Don Romano, I know you cannot resist, but we have a schedule! However… for you, two minutes.”

“It’s barely a scratch. He can take more than that.” A deep growl vibrates from Alessio’s throat, and what happens next is so fast the guards barely react as Alessio charges and grabs Valen by the collar, slamming him against the wall with Alessio’s pheromones exploding violently through the room, crushing and suffocating. At the same time, Valen smirks as he releases his pheromones too, but does not move to push the older alpha off. “You touch him again, and I swear to God I’ll rip your fucking throat!"

Sasha's POV As I finished my bath and prepared to settle in for the night, the rumble of a car engine outside drew my attention. Peeking through the curtains, I spotted Valentino's Rolls Royce parked downstairs. His presence there, particularly at this late hour, left me puzzled and uneasy. When our eyes met as he stood by the car, I hesitated momentarily before reluctantly deciding to confront him. Opening the door, Valentino rushed towards me, gripping my arm and steering me towards the sofa with an urgency that startled me. His eyes, clouded with alcohol, locked onto mine with an intensity that was both unsettling and confusing.

Alpha Jasper recognized a few of them, coming from the East Stone Pack, but he also saw new faces. “Alpha Ceasar, what an honor.” Alpha Jasper bowed his head in respect before standing tall and saying, “What can I do for you?” Alpha Ceasar was a man of great physique, his arms completely covered with tattoos, and his hair formed into a mohawk. He turned to Alric and announced, “This here is the great, Alpha Alric Valmore, the Alpha of the Valmore Blood Pack. Next to him is his Luna, Lana Valmore. They are here to claim a fated mate to one of their Gammas.”

He looked so distant in the picture than he was last night albeit I couldn’t mistake that cold eyes anywhere even though he had his arm wrapped around a woman who could easily pass as a Victoria's Secret model and now I think about it, it only made sense that face belongs in a billboard. “That’s him.” “Fuck,” she gasped staring at me with undisguised mortification and fear. “You are scaring me now, Skye,” I admitted. “He is Damon Valentino Caelian.” She finally muttered like that should mean something to me but when she noticed the look of confusion in my eyes, she shook her head at me. “He is the kind of man that your mom told you never to get mixed up with although disguised in a designer

★★★★★ As Alessandro climbed down the stairs, he pumped into valentina. "Oh my God!" She yelled as she tried to fall down, her head reaching out to Alessandro, but the male just stared at her. Valentina fell down on the stair. "Ouch" she groaned in pain, rubbing her ass. "Hmm why didn't you hold my hand?" She asked as she stood up from the stair. Alessandro raised his eyebrows and scoffed. "Get the fuck out of my sight" He pushed her harshly.

’’ Camille was so amazed and can’t believe the stories that Ismael brought to her. We are eating together in the canteen and Ismael was kind of mesmerized by Camille and I just ignored how womanizer he is. ‘’Yes, I am about to punch that guy but Ashina already kicked his face and they ended up getting scared.’’ Ismael shared proudly like I’ve killed thousands of vampires. I shook my head. ‘’Mael, Camille is eating, stop bothering her, don’t you?’’ I uttered but he only gave me a pout and smiled to Camille again.